It Is Curiously Hot

It is curiously hot

Sitting weather, I call it

The weather sits and does not move

Unusual

I shall walk down to my horse

And see how my horse is

He'll come towards me

Perhaps he doesn't need me

My visit, my care

Will be like any other visit

Any other care

I can't leave it

I walk in my mind

But can't get out of the woods

Into a wind

Meadows are warm

And lakes, the skies are warm

Once I had a little girl

I took it for walks

I held it by its hand

It looked up at me and said

"I see something in a tree

A shape, a shadow

It is leaning down

It is looking at us"

Maybe it's a bird

I said

A big bird resting

Birds grow tired

After they've flown over the country

Up and down in the wind

Looking down on all the sights

So sometimes when they reach a tree

With good solid branches

They rest